"Oh god." Nina's fingers tightened around Moreen's hand as her gaze darted between the two men. The hallway suddenly felt much smaller than it had moments ago. They stood shoulder to shoulder, completely blocking the corridor, and the realization settled heavily in her chest that there was nowhere to go. Moreen was trembling beside her. Nina could feel it through their joined hands.
She forced herself to stay calm.
Panic would only make things worse.
"We don't need to do this," she said, lifting her chin as she met the bald man's gaze. Her voice sounded steadier than she felt. "You don't really want to find out what happens if you hurt me."
For a moment, neither man responded.
Then they laughed.
The sound echoed down the hallway, and Nina immediately regretted speaking. They weren't taking her seriously. Worse, they weren't even pretending to.
"And what would that be?" the bald man asked, amusement dancing across his face.
Nina's mouth went dry.
She had nothing.
